*In Adventure Bay, the pups were busy playing around outside, except for one in particular. Sitting in her room was Balloona X, but she didn't look or feel right.* 


Balloona X: Ooohhh... *She blew her nose on a tissue.* Why did it have to be today of all days? *Marshall enters with a bowl of Chicken Soup.* 


Marshall: Hey Loony, how're you holding up? 


Balloona X: Aside from the fact my nose feels like a running faucet at points, I can sneeze with force of a tornado, and I can't see Formy at all till this clears up... everything's great. 


Marshall: Yeah, sorry to hear that. How did you catch this anyway? 


Balloona X: Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. 


Marshall: Fair enough. Well, looks like you're gonna be here for a couple more days, so just sit tight. 


Balloona X: I'll try my best... 


Marshall: Do you have any other weird symptoms though? *He set the bowl of soup down near her.* 


Balloona X: Well, sometimes when I sneeze, my powers trigger. 


Marshall: How? 


Balloona X: I.. ah...ah... ah... *Marshall backs away.* AH-CHOO! *She bloats up and fills the room, pressing Marshall across the door.* 


Marshall: *muffled* Holy smokes! 


Balloona X: See? 


Marshall: *muffled* Can you shrink back down? 


Balloona X: Yeah, hang on... *She deflated back down, freeing the dalmatian and resting back down.* 


Marshall: Jeez... was that what it was like when Formula was first brought back here? 


Balloona X: Close to it, yeah. 


Marshall: Wow. Must've been hard teaching him to control it. 


Balloona X: It was. *looks at the splattered chicken soup.* Can you bring some more soup? 


Marshall: Sure, Loona. *He picks up the bowl and walks out.* 


Balloona X: Tell Formula, I miss him already now


Marshall: Don't worry, I will. *He closed the door behind him, setting the empty bowl down before going over to the mechanical lab's door and knocking on it. Formula opens the door, wearing a lab coat.* 


Formula: G'day, Marshall. What's up? 


Marshall: Balloona X says she misses you already. 


Formula: I feel the same way. 


Marshall: What's with the lab coat though? 


Formula: Kind of experimenting with a few compounds to see what'll help cure her illness. So far, it's trial and error, but I should have an answer by the end of the day or tomorrow. As long as a mission doesn't pop up that is. 


Marshall: Might though. *He looked over the lab's shoulder, seeing an odd collar on the table.* Hey Form, whatcha got there? 


Formula: Let's say it's a prototype I'm still developing for a bigger device later on. Call this the paw-held version of it. *Just then, Ryder calls everyone.* 


Ryder: *com-link* Paw Patrol, to the Lookout! 


Formula: Oh crikey... 


Marshall: Looks like Ryder needs us man. 


Formula: Give me a sec... *He set his lab coat down inside his room, joining up with the firefighting pup and making their way downstairs.* 


Marshall: Hang on guys! *Unfortunately, he had a bit of soup on his paws from earlier, slipping into the group while Formula joined them shortly after.* 


Formula: Looks like that soup wasn't just good for catching a cold, it brings in all of your friends as well. 


*The pups all shared a slight laugh as they got up, changed into their outfits and reaching the briefing room to gather correctly.* 


Chase: Paw Patrol, ready for action, Ryder sir! 


Formula: Well... almost fully ready, that is. *He tilted his head to the noticeable space in the line.* 


Ryder: Balloona X still not feeling right? 


Formula: Nope... still trying to get that cure set, but I need some time. 


Ryder: Well, this should be a quick mission for you then... *He pressed the button on his pad, bringing the monitor down.* A tanker truck that was carrying a load of helium had a slight blowout on some of its tires. 


Formula: Not so bad honestly. 


Ryder: It's also leaking helium. 


Formula: Thaaat's not so good. I can't handle both of those things... I may need some help. 


Skye: But Loona's still sick... and we aren't like you two. 


Formula: Actually I do have something in my lab to help us, if me or Balloona X are not in for a mission. Any taker? 


Rocky: I can take it. What is it? 


Formula: Follow me. I'll show you. *Formula and Rocky head to the elevator. After heading down, a cut with Rocky's badge had the two arrive back up top.* 


Chase: Don't see much different... 


Rocky: It's sort of... private for now. 


Formula: Anyway... you're going to need one of us do the repairs to the truck and the other contain the helium? 


Ryder: Yes. Rocky, I'll have you assist with finding something to contain the helium and assist Formula with the repairs. 


Rocky: Green means go! 


Ryder: Formula, I'll need you to get those tires changed... and if Drift wants to assist with the other bit. 


Formula: I'm tuned up and tuned in! *His head twitched a bit as his suit turned gold.* 


Drift: And I'm ready to race into action! 


Ryder: The rest of you pups stay here and try to make Balloona X feel better as you can. All right! PAW Patrol is on a Roll! *While the two made their way to the slide, the other five pups went back to the elevator and went back down to the second floor. They walked over to the kitchen and began making more Chicken noodle soup.* 


Marshall: I may warn you guys that if she starts sneezing, I suggest get out of there 


Zuma: It can’t be that bad dude. *Balloona X sneezes, and part of the wall breaks off.* 


Marshall: Oh dear... 


Zuma: I take it back. It's that bad. 


Rubble: Does this have a name? 


Marshall: Not fully, but I’m going to call it Sneeze-flate. 


Skye: You sure we should go in there without protection? It could be contagious. 


Marshall: Formula said there were some hazmat suits in his lab. Maybe we can use those. 


Chase: Good idea 


Zuma: I’ll grab them dude. *He heads to Formula's room. A few minutes later, he comes out with the gear.* 


Marshall: He usually comes prepared... 


Zuma: But he only has three of them. I also noticed an odd light blinking on his computer. 


Chase: I’ll give him a call about that. *Chase taps his pup tag and dials Formula.* 


Formula: *Com-link* Hello? 


Chase: Formula, It's Chase. There's a weird light blinking on your computer. 


Formula: Yeah, don't touch that. It's for an experiment. 


Chase: Alright... thought it was for that work. 


Formula: Well, a certain light will blink to tell me. What color was it? 


Zuma: *Calls him* I think it was orange. 


Formula: Orange... that’s not it. The light I need will glow teal. Keep an eye on it for me, will ya? 


Chase: Sure thing. 


Formula: In the meantime, how’s my Loony-Tuney doing? 


Marshall: Well, she’s a little... *Balloona X sneezes again, but this time, a mist from her sneeze blew out into the hallway.* ...a lot messed up actually. 


Formula: Yeeesh! Sounds like you're not gonna like this job. 


Marshall: What was your first clue? 


Formula: Look, I’ll try to get this done with quickly and get back there to work on the cure. *He turned behind him for a minute.* I got to go, Rocky needs a bit of help! 


Chase: Got it. Chase out. ends the call. Well, who wants to go inside? 


Everyone except Rubble: Dibs not! *touches their noses.* 


Rubble: Aw! *Sighs. He grabs the bowl and heads to Loona's room.* Hey Loons, got you a new bowl of soup. 


Balloona X: Thank you Rubble. *She takes it and drinks it.* 


Rubble: Feeling any better? 


Balloona X: Yeah, I think... Ah-ah-ah.... Choo! *blasts Rubble out of the room.* 


Rubble: Ahhhhhh! *Crashes into Formula's lab.* 


Balloona X: *yelling* Sorry 


Rubble: Man... give the Big Bad Wolf a run for his money... 


*A scene transition with Rubble’s tag had him in his room with Marshall placing an ice pack on his head.* 


Marshall: Maybe we should get some armor too. 


Rubble: Or have our airbags ready. 


Skye: I'll go give her a TV. Chase, mind helping me? 


Chase: Sure. 


Skye: Sweet! Let’s go. 


Chase: Let's be sure that is she does sneeze again, we need to use our airbags ahead of time 


Skye: Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be fine with the timing. *They eventually found a tv and began to cart it to Balloona X’s room.* 


Chase: Hey Balloona X. We brought the tv here for you. 


Balloona X: *sniffles* Thanks guys. Just put it on the other side of the bed... *They cart the TV to other side of Balloona X's bed. They turn it on and a news report shows Rocky and Formula racing down the street in a tanker.* Oh my! 


Chase: Is that Formula and Rocky? 


Skye: I thought the wreckage was too unstable to move! 


Chase: Looks like they got the tires fixed up, but... what happened now? 


Balloona X: *Calls Ryder* Ryder, what's going on?! 


Ryder: We're a little busy with a problem Loona! 


Balloona X: I know! I'm seeing this on the news! What happened?! 


Ryder: I'll explain back at the Lookout. 


Balloona X: Please make sure those two are alright though! 


Ryder: Don't worry, I've never lost a pup! 


Balloona X: Ok, I have faith in you Ryder! 


Ryder: Thanks, Loona! I'll bring them home! 


Balloona X: I just hope they will be... Ah-Ah... 


Skye: Run! *She and Chase run out. They closed the door as they heard her sneeze again, then opened it up to see her filling the room again.* 


Chase: Man... some condition. 


Skye: Are you alright in there? 


Balloona X: For the most part... 


Chase: Just deflate yourself, so we can check on you again 


Balloona X: Already on it. *She deflated back down as the two opened the door again.* 


Chase: You okay? 


Balloona X: Me, yeah. The TV... *She points at a destroyed TV.* 


Skye: It can be replaced. 


Chase: Might be best to not bring some stuff in though, just in case. 


Balloona X: fair enough 


Skye: We'll check on you in a bit though. 


Balloona X: Thanks guys. I apprecia- ah-ah... 


Chase: Uh oh, better do it now. 


Skye: Agreed *They both tugged on their tags as the collie sneezed, blowing them both away as their airbags deployed. They both crashed into the far wall, but thankfully, their airbags protected them.* 


Chase: Whoa, that was too close there... 


Skye: Agreed. Let's be glad Form's decision on these airbags helped out. 


Chase: Y-Yeah... good thing. 


Skye: You alright Chase? You look a bit... red. 


Chase: I-I'm fine. 


Skye: Maybe we should head back to the Kitchen and let the others know not to come here for a while. 


Chase: Sounds good. *They both began rolling off, but due to their airbags still being active, they both got wedged a bit.* Uh... whoops. 


Skye: We should've thought this through a tiny bit. 


Chase: Y-Yeah. *He blushed a bit as the pink-cladded partner giggled a bit.* 


Skye: If something's on your mind, you can tell me. 


Chase: I-I'm fine. It's nothing... *Marshall and Zuma walk by.* 


Marshall: Hey, are you... *Zuma snickers.* 


Skye: Oh hey guys. 


Marshall: Did you two forget about the auto bit with our airbags unless Formula overrides them? 


Chase: A bit, yeah. 


Zuma: Well, let's wait until they get back. 


Chase: Let's hope they do. 


Marshall: How's she doing though? 


Skye: Best not to go up there for now, she needs her rest. 


Zuma: Got it dudes, but we should check on Form's computer to see if that teal light's on soon. 


Skye: Good luck. It's on the other side of us. 


Marshall: We could guess... we'll let you two relax a bit though. *He and the chocolate lab set off up the stairs as the two in the elevator waited.* 


Skye: Guess we have a bit to talk to each other. 


Chase: Appears that way... 


Skye: Well, I'm glad that you came to help me make Balloona X feel better. 


Chase: Uh Y-yea... 


Skye: It's kind of sweet in a way, y'know? 


Chase: I-I just like helping out the team and such. 


Skye: I've seen... but you seem to like helping me out the most... 


Chase: *sweating* Well, I... uh... 


Skye: Something wrong Chase? *Suddenly the elevator activated.* 


Chase: Huh? *They head downstairs, right in front of an exhausted Formula, Ryder, and Rocky.* 


Skye: Oh, hey guys. You look... 


Formula: Tuckered? I know... 


Ryder: We had a very long day.... 


Rocky: How's Balloona X doing? 


Chase: Still sick. 


Formula: Was afraid of that. Want me to reset your airbags though or... 


Chase: If you don't mind, that is. 


Formula: Roger that, mate. *His paw had a blue and pink set of lights pop up as he pressed a button that came up, deflating their suits back down.* 


Chase: Thanks for that. 


Skye: It was way too cramped. 


Chase: *he laughed nervously* Yea, too cramped... 


Formula: Alright... I'm going to get back to work, let me know if you guys need anything... 


Skye: Sure thing. Chase, can I please talk to you for a bit? 


Chase: Uh... sure. 


Skye: Come with me to my room. 


Chase: Y-y-your room? 


Skye: Yes. *She heads to the room as Chase follows.* 


Chase: What is it? 


Skye: Look, I think we both have something to say by now. *She closed the door so the two could discuss it more privately.* 


Chase: What do you want to say? 


Skye: I appreciate the ladies first bit, but I think yours is bigger, so... I want to know what's on your mind. 


Chase: Well... I'm in... I'm in... 


Skye: You're in... what? *She rolled her paw at him.* 


Chase: I think I'm... I just... ok. *He inhaled a bit before exhaling calmly.* I'm in love with you, I think... 


Skye: Really? 


Chase: Yeah. 


Skye: Chase, wow this is... 


Chase: Sudden? I know, but I just... after seeing how much of an affect Balloona and Formula's relationship, no joke, blew up... I just... 


Skye: Couldn't hold it in much longer? 


Chase: Quite literally felt like a balloon that was ready to pop, to say the least. 


Skye: Wow. I never thought you had it in you. 


Chase: Well, I guess I've always held it in. 


Skye: Well, to be honest, I feel kinda the same way. 


Chase: Really? 


Skye: Yeah. I've been holding it in, like you. 


Chase: If we were like those two, each time we did hold it back, we'd probably be parade balloons or something, huh? 


Skye: No kidding. Maybe we shouldn't tell the others about this yet? 


Chase: Agreed. Have I mentioned that when your airbag is active, it makes you three times cuter? 


Skye: My... I didn't know. *She blushed a bit with a giggle.* Similar bit, when your airbag activates, you're even more handsome. 


Chase: Oh, Skye! You're making me *blush. Outside, Rocky and Zuma were listening in.* 


Rocky: Oh dear, looks like we have another set of lovebirds. 


Zuma: More like "love dogs" dude. 


Skye: Hey, do you hear voices? 


Chase: Yeah. Is anyone by the door? *The two outside the door quickly scuttled back to their own rooms and closed their doors. Skye opens her door.* 


Skye: Huh. Guess it was nothing. 


Chase: Let's keep taking. *Skye smiles and closes the Door.* 


*Meanwhile, Formula was finishing up the cure for Balloona X's sneeze-flate.* 


Formula: Eureka. Think I finally got it... but I need to test it out on a sample of the illness. *He took a syringe full of a purple medicine, applying a drop to a tray.* Now for the sample. *He pours a vial of Balloona X's snot onto the tray. Then he places the mix under a microscope. Through the microscope, he sees the antidote react to the cells, ripping them apart.* This stuff backs a bigger punch than a boxing kangaroo. *He set the microscope aside, slipping into his spare hazmat suit and closed the helmet.* Time to pay my sick-loon a visit. *He heads to Balloona X's room with a clean syringe in his hand filled with the antidote.* 


Balloona X: Hey, Formy... 


Formula: Loony, you are gonna be so happy! I finally finished the antidote! 


Balloona X: Great to hear. Though... I feel the biggest sneeze coming on shortly. We should head outside jusssst to be safe. 


Formula: Understood, Loony. *He and Balloona X walk out of her room and began heading to the elevator. Outside, Formula and Balloona X were standing in front of the Exit to the Lookout.* Are you ready to get that sneeze-flate gone for good? 


Balloona X: Yes I am! 


Formula: Just hold still... 


Ballona X: All right... but where are you gonna...? *Formula sticks the syringe in her rear end.* Yipe! 


Formula: Sorry, love. Had to do it. 


Balloona X: Why there though hun? Why on the rump? 


Formula: It's sort of the most common place dogs get medicine. Sorry in advance. 


Balloona X: You owe me a big, balloony cuddle though. 


Formula: I know. Come on, love. Let's head back inside. *They walk back inside, holding paws. They met back up with the others, standing nearby.* 


Balloona X: Thanks a lot you guys, you really helped me out there. 


Ryder: No problem, Balloona X. Whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help! 


Formula: Or if you're sick, just sniffle for help. 


Balloona X: Oh you... *She took of his helmet, licking his cheek.* Take that clunky suit off now though, I'm feeling much better. *Formula takes of the suit.* 


Formula: Well, you wanna finish the rest of that soup? 


Balloona X: All right. Anyone want to join us? 


All Pups: Yea! 


Ryder: I think you pups all earned a nice relaxing treat after working like that. 


*A transition with the pups usual emblem had them outside, enjoying their bowls of soup.* 


Balloona X: I can properly eat this stuff finally, being able to taste it correctly... what do you think, Roundmula? *She rubbed the round lab's back as he let out a content whine due to him having a mouthful of soup.* Good to hear hun. 


Formula: No prob, I know you needed a cuddle, and I'll gladly provide one for ya. 


Balloona X: Hehehe, thanks Roundmula *She gently nuzzled his back, setting her bowl down and sliding down to meet his head.* 


Formula: G'day love, what can I do for ya? 


Balloona X: Well... *She rolled him onto his back, cuddling and nuzzling his round belly.* You know I love giving this gray tum of yours some extra attention. 


Formula: Hehehehe... *His tail swayed in delight as she traced a heart on his belly, causing his paws to flap a bit.* 


Balloona X: You're adorable like this, and I love it. Don't ever stop being cute... *She gently licked his belly as the others watched on.* 


All Pups: Aaaawwwww 


Skye: They're an adorable couple. 


Chase: You said it. 


*As they both went to finish up the last bits of their soup, one noodle that got stuck between both bowls in a pour ended up nearly bringing them together, but Chase stopped and bit it.* 


Skye: Good call... 


Chase: Can't have that too soon with them around. 


Marshall: That's using your old noodle, Chase. *He finished off his soup, having a noodle be across his nose like a mustache.* 


Rocky: Y'know... the handlebar looks good on you, Marshall. 


Marshall: Huh? *he looked* Whoops. Looks like I missed one. *As Marshall used his tongue and lips to loosen the noodle, he ended up tripping back and getting a bowl on his head.* I guess it's more pup noodle soup now, huh? 


*All of the pups shared a laugh as Balloona X gave her lab one more quick nuzzle while the others helped clean their dalmatian team member up.* 


The End